The Skylark of Space

Description

The messy wub may well have stated: Many men talk like scholars and live like dolts.

Book Excerpt

the long-legged Martian go-winged creatures, into the boat. Franco watched him vanish. He was simply firing up after him, up the board toward the port, when he saw it.

“My God!” He stood gazing, his hands on his hips. Peterson was strolling along the way, his face red, driving it by a string.

“I’m grieved, Captain,” he stated, pulling at the string. Franco strolled toward him.

“What right?”

The wub stood drooping, its incredible body settling gradually. It was plunking down, its eyes half shut. A couple of flies hummed about its flank, and it exchanged its tail.